Friday, February 3, 2012

Snow

Lost, can't see the trail, just snow and icy whiteness. So deathly cold, my legs won't move, can't move, must rest now. Christmas, the tree is shroud-like white, but the blanket, the one with the small pink rabbits covers me--the last sleep.

Thanks for joining up for this one, Natalie. I've read this a few times now and I like it a lot. Your 3 sentences convey so much of the desperation of the situation. 'So deathly cold, my legs won't move, can't move, must rest now' -- the body is giving up but you also capture beautifully how the mind is also weakening. I hope you'll be back foe our weekly challenge on Monday.

"The Little Match Girl" by Hans Christian Andersen. Did I read this story a long, long time ago? The stories are eerily similar, Christmas tree included. Wikipedia has the whole story, illustration as well. Thank you!